Those Personality Test Thingies

lupines

Here are some lupines in a nearby forest. This picture has nothing to do with this post, unless you want to get all analytical and find a metaphor in it somehow…

Personality tests. Myers-Briggs is the one that comes to mind, but there are others. They ask you a bunch of questions, and in the end, you are given a summary of what your personality type is. I’ve done them many times, although I do not know why. It’s mindless clicking on buttons when I’m tired, I guess.

Why do I want to know more about myself? That’s another question to which I do not know the answer, especially because I am writing this while sleep deprived. But it is something I ponder. That right there, the pondering, probably says something about my personality type. Analyzing things. Now I’m analyzing why I analyze.

I ran out of lavender oil several days ago, and ever since, my sleep has been messed up. I had a feeling the lavender was helping my sleep for the past year, but I wasn’t sure if it was mere coincidence. Now that I ran out and my sleep is poor, maybe that’s just coincidence, too. I ordered some more lavender oil and will see what happens when I can again put it in the diffuser by my bedside.

Huh. Spell-check doesn’t like the word “diffuser”. Why is that? Is it a new word since the spell check was born?

I’ve long been using lavender oil, since the mid 1990s. At first it was the cheap stuff from the grocery store, which smelled fine. Then a friend introduced me to a multi-level-marketing company that sells an expensive version. Admittedly, the costly one smells great, but in my opinion it is way overpriced. If it is such a great product, why can’t it be sold in a regular health food store? Why must it only be available through representatives of the company, with multiple levels of extra cost added on? It’s good, but not worth paying three to four times the amount of the cheap stuff.

So, the lavender I ordered is a different brand, not from the MLM company.Β  Let’s see how it does in the diffuser. (Stop that bumpy red underscoring, Spellcheck! Diffuser is a word, and I’m going to force you to accept it by adding it to your electronic dictionary. There.)

Back to our topic: personality tests. All the times I have done them, there have been some questions that I didn’t understand, and so I made a guess as to the answer. Then when I got the test results, I read the descriptions of who “they” think I am and thought, “Hmm, it’s close in some ways, but not quite.”

Then today, after insufficient sleep, I woke up wondering about a post I saw on Instagram last night, which said something like “INFJ: Being everyone’s therapist but needing one yourself.”

I thought, “That’s me.”

I hear many stories and I hold them in my head and my heart. I am honoured to receive them, but too often I end up being the recipient of anger because people start to expect me to be their therapist, and I can’t always be available. I’ve lost too many friends because of that. Then I need more therapy. And I’ve gotten it. And I continue to need it.

The reason I saw that post about being everyone’s therapist was because I used a hashtag of “introvert” on a picture I posted. I got curious and looked up what others have posted about introverts.

And so an article I read this morning about INFJ personality types drove me to do a test once again, on my phone. Why not? It was 6:00 in the morning, I was too tired to get out of bed but knew if I fell asleep, I might not be up in time to get my kids to judo at 11. (Yes, judo on a Tuesday morning. Yes, we are “unschoolers”.)

I did the test and it said I am indeed an INFJ, at least this time. It fluctuates between INFJ and another one or two introvert ones, the combinations of letters escaping me, for I never memorize them. These tests are always done in a flighty moment.

This time, the description fit me like a pair of old Levi’s, worn in and on the verge of tearing at the knees. At last, someone understood me. Someone I don’t know. And it comforted me to know that because someone could write about who I am, surely I must not be the only one like this.

But one pair of old Levi’s can fit someone else. I used to trade clothes with a few of my closest friends back in high school. Now I trade clothes with my older children. But I’m going off on a tangent by saying that, so here is the description. It made me think surely EVERYone must be this way, though, no? Are you? INFJ Personality Type Signs (and, might I add, “Symptoms”)

I better go get my kids up for judo. They’ve been sleeping so peacefully, I was able to write a blog entry here at my computer. Hope you enjoyed my rambling. I probably needed to. It’s been awhile.

9 thoughts on “Those Personality Test Thingies

  1. Interesting post. Lupines grow all over NL in summer.
    Personality is somewhat flexible. For example, our behaviour can change quite a bit depending on whom we are interacting with.
    I tend to avoid people who are chronically angry about things.
    Mood is contagious, and I prefer to be around positive people. πŸ€—
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    • I can only put up with so much chronic anger. Eventually, that type of person gets angry at me, and then I have to close the door.

      How lovely you have lupines galore! I had them all over my old area in Alaska’s wilderness. The nearest ones to me now are up a mountain about 20 minutes away, but there are other kinds of wildflowers in my immediate surroundings. I sure like the look of lupines.

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      • Yes, you are wise to avoid chronically angry people. Yes, our rugged beautiful Island has many of these beautiful tall blooms. How beautiful that you liked in Alaska’s wilderness.

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  2. I can find a metaphor in almost anything😊 . For instance in the picture above. The dandelion gone to seed in the center of blossoming lupines. Spring is gone – summer is here. Life goes on in perpetuity. πŸ˜‡ Analytical? Yes. My thoughts come to me in sketches, pictures, portraits and murals. I try to put them together and make sense of them. Using words when I have to.

    Personality TESTS? Nah, never use them. It’s more fun to determine personalities for myself. It’s what makes people interesting.

    Ok, I think I just used up a whole blog post in your comment section. 😊

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    • I am the same way with the metaphors. I was way too tired, though, and short on time, so it was a case of “I’m not even gonna touch that one!”

      Thanks for your metaphorical exploration, bro. I would add just one word: “seeming” in front of “perpetuity”. Because for some, there won’t be perpetual life, only perpetual death, and that is sad but easily preventable through faith in Christ. (Preachin’ to the choir, yeah?)

      I don’t know why I do those tests. I suspect the results somehow comfort me in knowing I mustn’t be alone in my way of thinking, seeing how someone was able to categorize my manner, so that tells me others like me exist.

      Kinda like Gonzo in Muppets From Space.

      Aloneness can be a bleak thing, but not to be confused with the joy that can be found in solitude. The best thing, in my opinion, is finding like-minded individuals and knowing they are there, ultimately ones who share my love for Jesus, such as yourself.

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      • Ach du liebre! Know very what you mean. “Aloneness can be a bleak thing, but not to be confused with the joy that can be found in solitude.” I have found much joy in solitude with the Lord as my chosen companion. The loneliness that occurs at times is well worth the price to me.

        The personality tests – I have been given written tests by professionals on two occasions at two different churches by two psychologist specializing in personality profiling. Neither knowing the other. They both confirmed the same results of my personality. The consensus was that I should be a pastor. I group with an over all 25% of men profile types. which made me feel fairly separate, a little isolated. But it answered my question as to why I tended to be such a loner. I was a nurturer of people. to help the hurting and encourage the timid. I was supposed to be a medic in the military, which I did practice. I told both these professionals that God must have listened to them because He had already done what they said I should do. Ha. I was already a pastor of a flock.

        But being among the lower percentage of male personalities guaranteed I would spend much time alone. But as you mentioned, I found joy in having that time with the Lord, with Him only teaching me, leading me, learning how to perceive His communications with me. Now I struggle to put these things He taught to me into words. But I keep trying. Getting frustrated at times, but keep trying anyway.
        I now know He fashion us to fit best for what He has for us here, and there when we get there. I still amazes me to know His plan is an overall plan, but put together using individual personal plans of His choosing. Which leads to so much more understanding I glean. But alas, I can’t talk about because…the words would be misconstrued.
        This has turned out to be more of a letter! Sorry didn’t mean to run on like this. 😊
        It’s also nice to finally talk a little about it!

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      • I am happy to read your epistles always, dear brother, here, in email, and one day in the eternal face-to-faceness with Jesus. I wonder if we will still write in heaven. Will books be a thing? Oh, to find out, and the sooner the better!

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